A poem a day until my fortieth birthday.

346 – Dyslexia

Poem number 346
.Dyslexia
.
Dyslexia is hard to spell
Which seems a mite unfair
Surely there were simpler words
Much easier to bear?
Words with fewer letters
Fewer syllables as well
To save the poor dyslexics
From their comprehension hell
It could’ve been called “Ooooo”
Or maybe “Aaaaaah”
Simpler, easier, nicer
Much much better names, by far
But no, it’s called dyslexia
And so those folks are stuck.
I guess the gits that named it
Simply didn’t give a fcuk.